you call me an angelin spite of the bruises left on the fronts of my kneesstains of sin left on my skin;

the knots in my back,you liken to the wings soon to burst from my shoulders&tell me you can feel no sadnesswhen looking at my face-

eyes you analyseinto paints of the colour wheel,several shades i have yet to see;my smile,despite its crooked nature&peeling lips,thinning enamel from my sickness-you still find me amongst the heavens.

i kissed you &it was wet because i was crying&every time our lips partedanother sob stuttered its way through the gap.you heard what words i couldn't swallow,the ones straining to pass over my tongueyet drowned upon existence.

you listen to me until i lose my headstrong aimto starve back to bones,to see the angel wings i've lost in my skinyou touch &feel are there;

you leave me warm&wet in a cool bed beneath your windowas no one had managed before;

you lull me to sleepwith lips on my foreheadcheeknosechin&hold me lightly enoughthat i can moveunrestrainedbut when i do,i only curl closerto you.

I don't know how to interpret this. At first, I thought it was sexual, with the "bruises on the knees" and "stains of sin." Then I started to think the narrator has an illness, with the mention of sickness. And then it went back to sexuality. I just don't even know.

Forgive me if this comes across as brash; sometimes we need someoneone willing to lift us up and praise our best when we're only willing to dwell on the worst. I'm not sure if that'll help, but I thought I might as well mention it.

Hehe, I wish I could but still, I'd rather feel s o m e t h i n g, something solid, than wandering about in so-so emotions, feeling meybe a little bit of this, a little bit of that, and in generel being confused about everything. When you've been in a great relationship for four years and suddenly having to adapt to being single..it just turns everything upside down and inside out. And it makes you miss all the feelings you experience in a relationship.Long-ass comment aside, you're welcome. ^^